Monkey See

Monkey see, monkey do. Erin tried to do a Tarzan from the couch to the rocking horse and missed. She bopped her head on the horse's backside and now sports a matching lump on her head.

Happily, she is easily distracted whenever Uniqua comes on. She comes on a lot at our house. And yes, Gramma, she does bootyshake sometimes, but more so if someone starts it. (Who, me?) [And yes, I realize that look is saying "Get the scary woman away from me! Daddy, help!"]





Mostly though, once she gets in the mode, annoying people who are trying to get her to bootyshake no longer exist in her sphere.









Ian was happy to cheese for me and show that his boo-boo was fine. When i told him I wanted a pic to show everyone how it was getting better, he told me that "The boo-boo was a long time ago." As if anyone could be interested in a boo-boo that happened a long time ago (you know, yesterday)! But he suffered through it.


I am not feeling kindly disposed to the cold front that will hit us with snow tomorrow. All of my 4 o'clocks and morning glories are enjoying their last day. It's been rainy and chilly for the last several days, but it's still hard to believe that it's going to snow at the end of March. But that's my Southern talking.

Two Little Monkeys

Two little monkeys like to jump on my bed. Today (albeit at school), one fell down and bumped his head. "On the hallway," he told us when we picked him up from school. But with all head wounds, they call parents, so I was alarmed to get the call that he had fallen and hit his head. There was no blood, just a red mark and the crying had stopped. He wanted to go back to class (though he might not have been so quick to say that had he known that it was naptime). Did I want to come get him or send him back to class? It was only an hour until pick-up time. I told them to send him back to class.
Then when we picked him up, we saw it. It was not quite the little red bump that I had imagined. Sheesh!




When we got home, he was immediately coddled, kissed and plied with chocolate pudding, which is what is all over his mouth. As Papaw would concur, chocolate pudding can do wonders, especially for bumped heads. It's a bonus if you get to lick the pudding lid.

Meanwhile, Monkey #2 would not be happy until she was lounging about watching 'Neequa. Her favorite Backyardigan is the pink one with pink polka dots and her name is Uniqua. With Ian it was Veggie Tales. With Erin it is always Backyardigans. Sigh. It could be so much worse, I know! It could be something completely obnoxious. So I am reduced to singing "Mystery Lifeguard" to the tune of "Guantanamera" and about Pizza Delivery in Ancient Mexico to the tune of "Bicycle Built for Two".



The last of the teeth are coming in. It's canines now. Yay! Until they arrive, she is chewing on her hands, her sleeves, biting people. (She said her first sentence. "I bite you," and accompanied it with a chunk taken out of my shoulder...)
Not hard, just enough to make you jump and eyeball her little sharp teeth.

Ian got a new Leapster game, the Kindergarten one, so he has been engrossed in it (yay! points for me; I got him a game that he actually likes...it's harder than you may think).

Today has been a long eventful day and Erin's next dr appt is at 7:30am tomorrow morning! We'll see how that goes.

Cuteness

Due to popular demand, we have found a way to do video with sound. Isn't it sad when your cell phone is more advanced than your expensive camera?? Sheesh. And for those who missed it, there is a 10 second shortie at the very end of the Zooooo post of Ian.

Zoooooooooo.

We went to the Tulsa Zoo yesterday. It took us a while to get there, some vomit, some whining and crying. In short, we had a great time, though it was crowded. The elephants were the favorite.
















That's me and my HC in the Rainforest exhibit.

















Ian got to ride the camel; it didn't spit.



















Doesn't he make a great little monkey??

















The giant tortoises were cool too, even though he didn't get to ride a real one.
















The train ride was a nice bit of air conditioning. Erin liked that part. I liked the 'sitting down' part. It wasn't long enough to me.
























This morning, it was back to normal. We're nice and sunburned and ready for...video games.


















And maybe still a little worn out.
















This is Ian on the rock formation that all the kids were climbing. I think he liked the view.

Is it Spring yet?

Spring officially starts this Friday and I am hoping that it will put a spring in all our steps as well. Aside from Spring Break, we have all been battling colds and winter sickness. Winter sickness roughly translates to "Sick of Winter!" One day it's warm and in the 70s, then the next day it's sleeting. No thanks! We want spring. Erin has been sick with one thing, then with another. We've been to the doc's every week for something or other. We are currently on a new antibiotic (a ten day one; not a convenient z-pack) that causes constant diarrhea. So we are eating constant yogurt. I don't think Erin will touch yogurt again after we finish these meds. She will probably ever correlate yogurt with sickness, the way others think of ginger ale, or Gatorade or chicken soup. Have I mentioned this year that my family is strange and no one cares for soup?
Or meatloaf?
Or sloppy joes?
Or potatoes?? No, I'm serious. Baked potatoes are okay sometimes. Mashed potatoes every once in a while. Potatoes in an au gratin or in a stew? Ewwww! All that's left in the pot is gravy and potatoes. There is no rhyme or reason to this behavior, but it has spread to the children. Anyone with an antidote must contact us immediately and save us from this abnormal half-life.
I need to think about something else before this starts to resemble the plot of a L'Engle book.
(Please don't force me to explain that L'Engle wrote A Wrinkle in Time and other strangely provocative books.)
Back to my reality. Last Friday started our Spring Break. By Saturday afternoon, I was pulling my hair out.
Due to Erin's recovery, we stayed home from church, but God rescued me somewhat by sending Girric over to play for a bit in the afternoon. Then Girric had to go home. And the chaos resumed. The week is looming before me like the beginning of of a new rollercoaster. You know that sooner or later it will end, but how many times will you be turned upside down, or toss your cookies, or lose your shoes, car keys, sanity, before it's finally over? It may even be fun, or have a great view, but sheeeesh, the screaming.
Oh, speaking of screaming, my sister Vicky is going to be hearing a lot of it. She just had her baby on Thursday. Happy Birthday to Aislynn Bronx. :)

Warm and Windy

Today was very warm, but with 30 mph winds. Yuck! But good, too. But it really meant that it was a great day to play outside! We are still having fun with our new playground, though Erin occasionally needs help with the ladder...

and a catcher at the end of the slide. :)










Meanwhile, Ian was hard at work, getting ready for t-ball. He is loving it and, not being the athletic type, I am astonished at his progress.







I will also take this time to mention that I am not the one who taught the face here. But it sure is cute.


Here is one that HC and I got the biggest kick out of. Sharing is a sore subject in our house (and anyone else's who has kids or someone with a raging chocolate/cookie/cake/ice cream/fill-in-the-blank addiction). But some things are easier to share than others. Especially when there are two straws.